| Poetry is many things to many people. This page will have
my own poetry, poetry of other poets (past and present), and may
include information about poetry. No attempt at perfection or
judgement is sought or made be it with my own or anothers poems.
I make personalized poetry books with my own poems and sometimes
lessons or meditations in them. Soon a link from this page will
show what the books look like and have information about requesting
one be made. Additional positive phrases (also listed on quotes
page) will be able to be requested, linked, shared from the page
as well.
Supporters and members who would like to have their own or anothers
specific poetry presented or mentioned with a link and excerpt
send an e-mail to achievinglife@gmail.com.
"Debra Macking: As I Stood By"
As I stood by
the waves crashed against the dock
the memories of youth slipped with the ticking of the clock
As I stood by
the rain cleansed from every surface dust
yet I thought only of future rust
As I stood by
a child yearned for a sign of love
perhaps God will bring forth a heavenly dove
As I stood by
a life was taken that I might be free
all I thought was if the power would go out from the knocked
down tree
As I stood by
someone wished their dream could be a reality
and I wondered if they really were that much in need
As I stood by
I figured someone else would help the youth
I thought someone else would do the praying
would be sharing of their resources to others
I didn't think what I did could make a difference
As I stood by
I began to wake and realize the truth
that no difference is made in merely standing
that even alone I'm given my druthers
to be the hand, the ear, the rock, the difference
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"Debra Macking: The Brush"
Where can I find
the brush of nature's mind,
the one that paints with beauty divine.
That lets us all come and see
a sensational living beauty,
that puts me down on bended knee.
Where is the brush,
that never seems to be in a rush,
that will to stress and pain bring a hush.
That sunrise or set paints the sky above,
that can bring out the deepest love,
and set it soaring in the wings of a dove.
The brush that inspires,
an artists mind to conspire,
to release the dreams, passion, desire
That constantly is intriguing,
brings one to a state of believing
of magic, love, of achieving.
1:
"Joyce Kilmer: Trees"
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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